An Unrelated Jumble of a Post

Aw yeah, that ferret f**ked them up. I somehow felt the need to scream "acting" so my dogs didn't get any funny ideas. Because they do get funny ideas. Very funny.

Speaking of dogs, or cats. Why, I ask, do veterinarians send home pills. I don't know about your animals, but I'd have a better chance achieving world peace, than getting a 5 pound Yorkie to swallow a pill, or even half a pill. Damn you Vet!

Now, to something writerly. I have this mind that wants to jump around from topic to topic and genre to genre (maybe you can tell). This is not a good thing in writing, or so I'm told. Take note: the goal of a new novelist is to develop a fanbase, a little recognition, and ultimately the ability to dump the day job. One CANNOT achieve this through genre-hopping. Let's say, for instance, Happy Hour ends up in the scifi/fantasy section (already a stretch but there are no comedy fiction sections), yet I've been writing a YA mystery, oh...and a literary horror novel, and an adult mystery. So if I sold these other three, where would you find me in the bookstore. Get it?